THE ISLAND - By Kyla

I see waves splashing, fish playing and the waving ocean.  I hear the loud seagulls squawking  in the wild wind.  I can see a blue fish, splashing up and down.  I hear the trees swaying, and the waves crashing like a whale diving in the water.  The island is in the middle of nowhere.  I can feel the soft, hot sand on my feet, and the wild wind on my face blowing my hair.  I smell the damp forest.  I smell the salty sea.